I was tired. Beyond tired. I felt like I could fall apart at any second. I was shaking. And I couldn't stop.

The ghost wouldn't stop, so neither would I. I won't let this extremely ugly never before seen by my Phantom eyes, hurt Sam and Tucker.

With a final surge of energy, I pushed my opposition through the wall of the old, abandoned, brick building.

***

"Where'd they go?" Tucker whispered.

"That one." Sam pointed at the right building and the duo ran inside.

They ran upstairs, searched the entire building for the ghosts, but there was no sign that they had ever been there.

***

I woke up with a pounding headache. I opened my eyes to see an old man and woman standing there with a twenty something year old boy and girl.

"Who . . ." I started but couldn't finish.

"I," Said the old woman, "Am Mother Earth! This is Father Time!" The old man, "This is the god of humans called Hum." The boy. "And this is the god of animals and nature called Ann!" The girl.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

Father Time stared at me like I had forty heads instead of the usual one. "If I may be blunt, sir," He answered, "You are dead. We'll be setting you up in a place of your own until someone bother to figure out where to put you."

"NO!" I didn't believe I was dead, even if I am dead, I'm going home. I still have things to do, apolagize to his parents, give Jazz that book and tell her that he loved her, hang with Tuck, and . . . tell Sam . . .

"Excuse me?" Said Hum.

"Excuse you what?" I challenged.

"You are dead."

"So?" I'd had been half dead for a long time. A little more didn't make that much more of a difference.

"I am the human god! You are human. You stay here. No going home!" Apparently Hum had a temper.

"I'm not all human! You're struggling to keep a hold on me." I don't know how I knew it but it was true. Hum was struggling to keep me, struggling to make me obey him. "Just let me go, we'll forget this ever happened." I reasoned calmly.

"NO! You won't upset the balance of nature!" Ann's voice was very whiny.

"I upset the balance of nature years ago. Now, SEND ME HOME!" My hand clenched and I realized that I was still in Phantom form. This could make things a lot more fun for me.

"We can't send you home. You are dead." Mother Earth explained.

"So unkill me. Send me back as a ghost I don't care. I need to go home, I need to . . ."

Father Time broke in. "Even if we do send you back as a ghost, how much will that change? You'll be dead, you won't be able to continue living as you did. You won't be able to fall in love with a human. You'll be stuck there at fourteen while you watch all of you family grow up. Why torture yourself by doing that down there, while you can relax and watch them from up here?"

"I can't be dead! It's not my time to die!" I argued, screaming.

"He's right, last we heard he wasn't supposed to die until next year." Hum commented.

"Exactly." I congratulated him. And then his words sunk in. "WAIT! What? What's going to happen next year?"

"But, Hum, for all we know that could have changed." Argued Ann.

"Well, Father Time would know." Mother Earth turned to him.

"I don't know . . . the boy, since he was half dead, it's harder to keep track." Father Time was puzzling over something. Suddenly, his expression darkened. "This boy is not allowed to be with us!" He glowered.

"What?" Okay, now I was confused.

"We're middle class," Said Ann. "So where does he go?"

Then I got it. Please let me go up. Please let me go up! Please let me go up!

"Up," Father Time answered. THANK YOU!

"How many levels?"

Levels? No one ever told me about levels.

"One."

Everything went black, and when I woke up I was staring a very pretty girl in the face.

I really shouldn't be posting this where I'm working on a lot of other stuff, but I am. Probably not a lot of updates, of course, that won't matter since I doubt anyone will read this.I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. Don't own it.

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